Kletian Drowa had always had an unshakable faith in the Glabados Church, even when he was a child. His parents were atheists, and didn't believe God or the Lucavi. His older sister on the other hand, who was at least seventeen years older than him, was a devout believer in the Church, and had even decided to become an ordained priest. She was one of the best. She had almost infinite powers of white magic, and eventually applied to become a Pagan Examiner. She rose through the ranks of her class and was Christened a Pagan Examiner in the shortest time in history. She eventually rose through the ranks of Pagan Examiner to become the highest order possible: a Holy Exorcist. She handled the toughest exorcisms, the most ferocious demons, and associated with the most powerful mages in the entire world. It was her influence that got Kletian into the Temple Knights to begin with. Then, she became a Shrine Knight.

"Yes, she was a peach," came the voice of Kletian's old mentor. "Unfortunately, she was far too righteous to be of much use to us. Sorry Kletian."

"Rofel?" Kletian turned around, and saw his old mentor, Rofel Wodring, leaning against, well, Kletian couldn't tell because he was in a black, shadowy expanse. But Kletian could still recognize the turquoise cloak covering golden armor with the traditional mark of a Shrine Knight, a belt made out of solid silver, holding them together. He always seemed a little, well, fat because he wanted to give himself the edge in battle by making his opponents think he was. He used an extra few inches on either side of his armor to give the appearance that he was a little husky. Strangely enough, this was gone now, and he looked like his normal appearance of a lean but muscular slightly older man of a little less than forty. He never did seem that old to Kletian, even though there was about ten years difference between the two.

"Rofel," Kletian said, and went up to clap him on the shoulder, but his hand ghosted right through. Kletian looked up at his old mentor with curious confusion.

"Ghost," Rofel smirked. "Sorry, just feeling a little incorporeal at the moment. You can't touch me, no matter how much I would welcome the human touch."

"About your sister Kletian," Rofel said, pushing with his right elbow off of whatever it was he was leaning on and walked toward Kletian. "Mierna was really my daughter. Mierna Wodring. You were the only one I found alive in your village on that day, oh lord Ajora, it must have been twenty five years ago. You remember, don't you?"

Kletian lowered his head. He had only been four years old, but he remembered the screams of his friends and family, the fires that had ravaged their homes, the huge amount of dark power that emanated from a large black egg in the center of town, and a skinny but sinewy figure in the shadows holding a flaming sword. These were his only memories of the place he was born before Rofel had taken him and the girl who he thought was his sister in to train with Vormav. They both fought hard, and eventually, both became Shrine Knights, just at different times.

Rofel frowned. "I'm sorry about that Kletian. I really didn't mean to bring back all those painful memories, but it's necessary to get you out of limbo."

Kletian was a bit confused. "What are you talking about Rofel? Weren't we in the Graveyard of Airships? What happened to that?"

"Well, you see," Rofel began. "Not only did Ajora destroy the Graveyard, but she kinda sent you all here. You all being you and your friends. You know, Ramza Beoulve and his troops."

"Ramza is not my friend," Kletian said quickly. "And frankly, all his troops annoy me. Well, except for Vormav's daughter, what was her name- Meliadoul! She and I made friends in when we were Shrine Knights."

"Yeah, she was cute," Rofel said wistfully. "She has sort of this righteous fury when she strikes, and that's very sexy. But she's about half my age, and also my best friend's daughter, so I couldn't do anything about it. Anyway, after your friends, I mean, Ramza's troops, killed me in Orbonne, I had already sold my soul to Lucavi for the power to destroy Ramza Beoulve. And so I was being constantly tortured by demons. But someone or something found me in Hell and pulled me out to get you out of limbo. I don't know who it is exactly, but I sense a female presence.

"Anyway, what you have to do to get out of here is get over a traumatizing event from your past or find out something about your past you didn't know," Rofel continued. "And your event is the destruction of your town."

In moments, Kletian was back twenty-five years ago at the destruction of his hometown, Illusia. He was four years old again, and experiencing all of his little four-year-old feelings again. He saw all the burning buildings, the dead bodies of friends and family, smelled the stench of burning flesh, tasted his own tears as he walked through the streets again, terrified and crying. Then, a figure appeared in front of him, dressed in turquoise robes.

"That was the first time I laid eyes on you," Rofel said, cracking a tiny smirk. "I saw that you had immense magical talent, so I brought you to Gariland. And then-"

"I rose to the head of my class, trained with Reis and Beowulf and became a Shrine Knight," Kletian finished, quickly back to his old sarcastic self. "Yes, I know. You said I'm supposed to figure something out. Well, I'm waiting…"

"Be patient," Rofel cautioned and put his hand in the air with his index finger straight up and the others cascading down gradually. "You see that figure on the white horse? Over there by the tree?"

Kletian looked up by the tree he was talking about. He saw a Knight on a white horse just like Rofel indicated. He was in silver armor, and carried a silver sword. He was young, blonde, and very athletic looking.

"Now I suppose your going to tell me that's Balbanes Beoulve," Kletian droned.

"Nope," Rofel corrected, readjusting his position leaning against a large, marble pillar that was placed in the middle of Kletian's memories for seemingly no reason. "The man who you thought was Balbanes is actually his brother."

"Wait, Balbanes had a brother?" Kletian asked, surprised. But I thought that the line of Beoulve ended with him. Well, now Ramza takes over the name, but-"

"Zalbag Beoulve the first, Balbanes' father, had two sons. One, he gave every advantage possible, and one, he kept secret from the world. But both had children. Balbanes had three sons, while his brother only had one. And it is his brother's son that you must watch out for. Listen to me!" Rofel grabbed him by the shoulders. His fiery eyes burned in his head.

"Rofel, what's wrong with you?" Kletian said, his eyes wide with worry for once. Rofel was the only person who had ever cared about him, the only one who really knew him. It was hard to believe that such a good man was behaving so strangely. "You never acted like this before."

"That's because I'm evil," Rofel cackled, cracking a wicked smile on his lips. "You always were the gullible one. Balbanes' secret brother… It didn't take much to get you to believe he attacked your hometown."

Kletian looked back at the figure on the white horse, and this time, it was no longer the silver armored man. This time, his armor was gold. And his tunic was turquoise. And he carried the Save the Queen.

"You."

"No shit," Rofel said, spitting a little on Kletian's face. "Fool, I sold my soul to Lucavi long ago. Killed my wife and pretty little daughter to get the power to be useful to Hashmalum."

"You told me they were murdered by a madman," Kletian stammered in total disbelief.

"Did I lie?" Rofel said calmly. "I burned down your hometown and killed your family. It was all me. Poor, gullible Kletian."

"You monster!" Kletian said, bringing up his Mace of Zeus and bashed Rofel over the head. Then, he brought the Mace upward and hit Rofel again under the chin. The fact that Rofel was incorporeal didn't seem to matter as Kletian smacked his ex-mentor around violently with the mage's warrior staff. As for the last blow, he plowed the Mace of Zeus into Rofel's stomach and he shot backwards into one of the burning houses. It collapsed around him, and Kletian was satisfied he had finally killed the monster who burned down his village. But, just then, he rose out of the ruins of the burning building.

"Well, it's about time," Rofel crowed, not only beaten and bloody, but now he was on fire as well. It was difficult to even look at him, much less distinguish him as Rofel Wodring. "I finally sense those feelings of resentment that have been building for years. You somehow always knew that I was behind your village. Though I trained you, you always knew. Besides, I repented for all that while I was dying. It didn't help. But thanks to you, I get to go to Heaven. Thank you Kletian."

Rofel raised his right hand, and the burning village glowed white.

A/N: Another rather strange chapter. I really don't know where all this is coming from: I had such simple, predictable plans for this story. Anyway, I'm not sure if I got Kletian through the right way. I hope I did. I think I did. Except his relationship with Rofel comes off as a little gay. Never intended for that to happen. I like some of these second chance Spirit Guides though. Rofel would normally have burned in Hell for selling his soul, but now he gets into Heaven because of this mysterious being.

I promise we're almost out of limbo, we just have a few more chapters to introduce the characters. To cut down on this boringness, I've decided to combine Ramza and Alma into one chapter. I was going to give each of the characters their own, but since I dislike Alma so much, she gets stuck with her brother. Anyway, next up is Meliadoul Tingel.